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in the body, the lodestar of the mind. That she was everything else in the world to Ian, his comfort and his happiness, made no difference. She had tasted the joy of being the light of a man's soul; if she could not have that, she did not want the man. Reason could tell her she was a fool; will could drive her to behave cheerfully and kindly; nothing could cure her inner shrinking. |
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